When I woke up in the morning today, I was half horse.

My legs had transformed into strong, lean hooves and my toes had turned into curved, sharp claws, while my body was still covered in my human skin, but with a fine coat of reddish-brown fur.

As I stumbled to the bathroom to brush my tangled hair, which was now a wild mane, my eyes met with the startled eyes of my cat, Mr. 

Whiskers, who was frozen in shock on the edge of the sink. {.fragment width=‘450’ height=‘300’}

The mirror above the sink caught my image, and I gasped in horror as I saw not my human reflection, but that of a fierce centauress, with the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a horse.

I stumbled into my wardrobe and found myself pawing at the clothes to find something to wear, ultimately settling on a leather jacket and jeans to cover up my equine lower half.

As I glanced in the mirror once more, I prepared myself to face the day with a newfound presence, my horse spirit finally let loose.